Chapter 159 Three Photos

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Her voice was flustered and anxious, as if it were really just a lost lamb.

At this moment, Fang Zheng showed a person's indecision, helplessness, and anxiety to the fullest. It was natural for the academy to not accept him.

However, the wooden house was still bustling and noisy. The noise was mixed with incomprehensible dialect, and no one came out to open the door.

It was as if the room was too noisy and undecided.

"No one said anything?"

"So no one is there?"

Do! Do!

Fang Zheng knocked gently on the door and creaked... The wooden door was not bolted and was gently pushed open by a finger. As the narrow gap was gently pushed open, the light in the room was squeezed and distorted by the gap, revealing a slender light.

But when the light shone on people's skin, it was only cold and chilly, as if the room was being turned on with a high-power air conditioner. There was no temperature, only a faint and cold.

At this moment, the room was still noisy.

It was as if no one had heard the knock on the door, the bustle, the clash of bottles, and the chewing of meat.

But the light that leaked out from the crack of the door did not see many people walking back and forth. The light and shadow that pushed the cup to change the cup flashed, clearly heard the footsteps of many people walking, but did not see the light and shadow of people flashing.

"Well, since there's no one, I won't bother you."

"Bye-bye."

"Trespassing is illegal."

Fang Zheng actually turned around and left. The cabin behind him was still noisy.

But a few seconds later!

Bang!

The wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and a violent sound came out. It was kicked open by a strong kick from outside. In an instant, the sound of boiling people heard before suddenly stopped and disappeared.

The sound of the original bottles colliding, the sound of the meat choking, the harsh rubbing of the chair moving, and the footsteps coming and going all disappeared.

Even the light in the room went out, and in an instant there were no five fingers in the darkness.

It was as if the originally calm Pinghu had been disturbed and suddenly returned to a strange silence, lifeless.

It was Fang Zheng. He was the one who went back!

At this moment, Fang Zheng still maintained the posture of flying kick the door, one leg support, right leg suspended kick straight, holding a breath of Ghost head knife rolling in his hands.

"Interesting."

Fang Zheng put down his right foot, held the Ghost head knife in one hand, turned on his cell phone and flashlight in the other, and slowly walked into the cabin.

In fact, as early as the beginning, he had noticed that this strange wooden house appeared in the deep mountains and forests, and no one was angry.

But in the dark, the crowd was roaring.

Creak... Creak... With the flashlight on, Fang Zheng walked into the cabin and his shoes stepped on the wooden floor, making the unique creak and groan of wood, bang!

The wooden door behind him suddenly closed without any wind.

Fang Zheng turned around and looked behind the glaring flashlight camera door. There wasn't a woman in white with disheveled hair or a chainsaw killer like in a horror movie.

It was just normal emptiness.

Fang Zheng turned around again. The layout of the cabin was very simple, as if it was just a temporary resting place. The white glaring flashlight seemed to shine on something mirrored. Fang Zheng came closer and saw that it was a wooden wall with several picture frames.

One, two, three, three frames.

The frame was already thick with dust.

Fang Zheng dusted off the dust and placed it in the first frame of his left hand. It was a black-and-white photo taken in the' 60s and' 70s. There were 11 people in total, wearing the worker's clothing that was very characteristic of the' 60s and' 70s. Only half of the photos were moldy and had green mold stains. It happened to cover the faces of the eleven people, and the outside world could no longer identify them.

But these people seemed to be miners.

Because Fang Zheng saw a lot of digging equipment behind these people.

However, it is possible that the mining equipment may not be a miner, but not necessarily a quarry or ore...

Or maybe he was... Digging for something?

The second photo was also a black-and-white photo from the sixties and seventies. There was only one person in this photo. He was taller and stronger than the eleven people before him.

"It seems that this wooden house should be the resting place for these miners." Fang Zheng guessed in his heart.

Then there was the third frame and the last photo.

When I saw this photo, it was more interesting. It was the weirdest of the three photos.

The photo was also in black and white. It only captured the back of a man, but it was surrounded by darkness. It was dark, dark and suffocating, as if there was a thick black fog all around it, so that the line between the man's figure and the darkness could not be seen clearly at first. It was as if the man's back had merged with the darkness around him.

It was as if the photographer had taken the photo secretly, and the camera was slightly crooked. The man in the photo also seemed to have noticed the person who had taken the photo. He made a slight turn to the right and was caught by the camera.

When Fang Zheng looked at the man with the dark back in the photo, he was surprised. He didn't know if it was the angle of the frame, or if the camera angle of the thief just caught the strangest angle. The slight turn of his head in the photo actually gave him a kind of... Zhen zi wanted to climb out of the movie to have a real look.

When he looked at the photo, it seemed that he was the one who took it secretly.

The man in the photo found him and was about to turn to look at him.

But the picture was always fixed at this moment.

There will never be any more...

Fang Zheng didn't know if the thief was found in the end. If he was found out, what would happen in the end?

However, from the three photos in front of him, it seemed that they were all made by the same person. The photographer took pictures of both the eleven simple miners and the captain, and in the end, he also took a part-time job as a photographer.

Fang Zheng looked back at the other two photos.

His eyes were pensive.

The noise of a dozen people? Incomprehensible dialect?

Whether it was a coincidence or not, it matched the number of people in the photo.

These people in the photos seemed to be very familiar with the people who took the photos, otherwise they would not have asked someone to take a picture of them.

There were pictures of the miners.

There was a photo of the captain.

"Since they are familiar people, it means that they may have lived with these miners for a long time, so the problem is... There are miners taking photos together, captain taking photos alone, and secret photos of mysterious men. Is there only one person missing in these photos?"

"Only the person in charge of taking pictures is missing?"

"Since the photographer is very familiar with these miners, why didn't his photo appear in the wooden house used to rest the miners? Where did the photographer go in the end?"

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